Adventures of an Aviatrix, in which a pilot travels the skies and the treacherous career path of Canadian commercial aviation, gaining knowledge and experience without losing her step, her licence, or her sense of humour.

Friday, October 22, 2010

He Bought Charts

Another day, another meal at Boston Pizza. I sleep in, then have microwave
oatmeal and an apple for breakfast. We take off but don't get much done because
we soon run into rain and cloud at our altitude and that interferes with the
work we have to do today. Back at the airport the wind is reported to be 270 at
fifteen knots gusting to something. I land on the most into-wind runway, which
still gives me a crosswind but it's not a problem for this airplane.

I go back to my room and write postcards before yet another meal at Boston
Pizza. My coworker is going home in a couple of days, so he keeps telling me
things he might have forgotten to mention when I first came on shift. Today is
around the third time that he tells me that he bought current IFR charts I
finally tell him, "It's okay, you told me about the charts. I remember."

I go and do some grocery shopping, then on the way back I meet him again. "Oh
Aviatrix, I just wanted to make sure you knew I bought charts..." He's joking
this time, and I swat at him after he laughs at the "oh my god, my coworker is
losing it!" look on my face.